H.Shuyo

prologue

A/N: ME NO OWN NARUTO!
Thank you, come again.

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3rd P.O.V.
A young man slips undetected past a pack of drunks hanging outside of a circus tent. Splatters of red cover the back and blue splotches that stood out on his tan skin.
He walks down the dirt road with head down and clenched fists hidden in his pockets.

Branching off to forest to his left, the teenager continues walking into the dark forest at a sloths pace.

As far as he knows he's never lived in one set place ever since he turned fifteen. He remembers that year so clearly though he doesn't want to anymore.
For now he travels alongside his boss and a few others he was competing with for money to live on. He only knew that they were somewhere in the Land of Fire now.
The boss—who Hiroto once considered to be his father—owned the wrestling joint that originated from the Land of Lightning. He's knows he should stop working for them, but he doesn't know what else he to do, where else could he go? how would he even get there?

Unlike most of society, this boy could care less what happens in his life or what he's been through.
He's never questioned his history or why he never had a real family. If his blood relatives never cared to raise him then he never cared to find them.
Hiroto has told many people that he was just lucky to be alive. Even if he looks like he rolled out of a garbage bin everyday with an unbuttoned baseball jersey that showed off a loosely wrapped torso. The bloodstained bandages were as useless as the ones that covered his arms. He wore a pair faded black pants along with a pair of old ninja sandals—stolen from a Suna nin—to match.
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A/N: Short chapter, but what do you guys think??
oh & a special shoutout to @-mystic-nights- for the love on my two other stories!! 💕